Raj had one dream. he wanted to have a seperate room for himself. Like in movies where ppl have big houses and children have their own rooms which they decorate with colours and posters of ppl he knew, ppl who he admired, ppl whom he wished. Age is not like a fruit which sweetens with time. its more of other way round. He didnt had any iota of jealousy for those kids who already had them. that was more so since most in his neighbourhood didnt and he didnt had too many school mates living close by to currupt him. a room of his own. thats all he wanted. a room where he could disappear and no one would ever know, a room to invite his friends to play with his cool toys(of course when i said he had one dream i meant one major) and video games. a soft bed where he could jump all day and a table lamp. everyday lying on the bed he used to envision himself as a hero. sometimes a master blaster who would walk to the pitch with millions clapping around him as he took guard and then would hit each and every ball for a 6 creating a new record. huh..
Dreams are the most intoxicating thing the human race ever had. it has all kind of effect. some dream of owning a chicken farm and thousand of chickens with millions of their eggs while some keep it simple to a single room. a room of fulfilment. this was no ordinary room though. it was very huge and many famous personalities came to meet Raj personally while he had awesome talk with them. Some came once or twice while few came more often. once he had few revolutionary freedom fighters and their group as his guest and he after a secret meeting he joined forces with them and went off to bomb the British platoon. On his way he was joined by many fellow freedom fighters and together they dropped so many bombs on britain that india was freed. it was a jubilant occassion and raj was ever so happy and proud to be a part of it. He was also once instrumental in averting jaliawala bagh incident by reaching before the carnage could commence and shooting all the soldiers with his awesome machine gun. This room of his had an awesome closet with all cool clothes of heros and the cowboy caps and sunglasses. there was this red shining cycle which he used to drive around in. It was the exact replicate of the one his classmate had. He never let any of his friends touch his cycle. they were allowed to play with all of his other toys though.
Raj hated to go to school. mostly because it had boundaries he was forbidden to cross during the hours. A person grows to be what he learns to be and raj was never in the mood to learn. best were the times when he had his summer holidays. He could roam around. Play with friends.
and so the days flew by. he soon had a thin beard which thickened. A wife. Kids. and a beauitful Mansion all in that order. He became a lawyer, a corporate lawyer. It was a troubled time for the private sector industry which meant humoungous number of clients for his firm and he was a sharp kid. which meant his rise to the top was just a matter of time. His kids went to the best school and wife's shopping spree usually affected the country's GDP. He brought a seaside bunglow which was closest to his office and had furnished it with everything one could think of. And then the day finally came when he was given the reins of his company. The plush 34th floor of his firm was now his office. he looked around. he had first been to this floor when he had won the tricky case of helping the company who had fired its employess as it was downsizing and couldnt afford more labour. and now it was his. the leather chair infront of him and complete silence everywhere. it seemed like all his life the noise which he had grown accustomed to had suddenly decipated. he moved to his chair slowly running his fingers on the table on which he once had to argue as to why he was still an asset for this very firm. Flashing before him were the numerous cases and various faces whom he had crushed to be here. and there he sat still.
Raj's mother was always worried for him. They wanted him to study hard and become something. there are so many graduates roaming around with any jobs and all parents dread the similar fate for there kids. Raj was 7 and somehow failed to understand why he was always nagged and forced to bend his will . but then he never gave it a thought. He had this secret which he never told to anyone. whenever forced to sit with a book he would pretend to read but when nobody was looking he would sneak in his room and then would go about being the first person to score 1000 runs in a fifty over match. his team used to be so proud and his fans wouldnt just leave him. they used to pour in every one of his match just to watch him hit sixes. he was yet to get out. once he had got out but turned out it was a no ball. But still he avenged himself on that bowler in his own way such that it destroyed his career. he decided to give strike to other batsmen when some other bowler was bowling or take singles. but when that bowler came he used to hit all his balls for 6's .. that spelled the doom for that bowler who had the worst figures in his team.
Now looking at the vast expanse of his office he felt vacant. he remembered his childhood room and tried to get in. but he had out grown the door. the entrance was so small that he had to bend a lot to fit in. but he did get in. Stepping in this room and looking around he saw things have changed. over the years his closet has dusted and the mirror is broken. the room used to be so big but now it seemed to have shrunk. His cycle was lying in the corner. Dust covered it all over and he couldnt see what colour it was .it seemed nobody has been here for many many years. Suddenly he had this panic attack. the kind u have in enclosed small places. he felt the need to come out immediately. he felt the air was suffocating him to death. He rang his secy for a cup of coffee.
